His only response was in the form of the careful steps of his horse. He closed the distance between himself and Jev with more subtlety than he'd needed to do in decades. He sent his sword slicing, not even bothering to set the attack up. As juvenile as it was, he half hoped that surprise would see him through the war.
But the monster's shield was up, and the sword ran into it. It was a weaker blow than General Varn could deliver at his best, but this time, it was done with intention. With Vagrin there, waiting, he couldn't afford to commit to anything. Everything had to be constructed carefully, according to the whims of battlefield flow.
'A side swipe,' Varn said, his predictive mind still active, despite the state of disarray that his mind found itself in. Even as a monster, if he fought like a human, his actions were to be predictable. Varn knew as much. He brought his own sword low, waiting to sweep under the inevitable strike.
